


In Which Things Get Complicated

by Hyrulehearts1123



Series: Midsummer's Children [5]
Category: Supernatural
Genre: Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Panic Attacks, Poor Dean, Psychic Sam
Language: English
Status: Completed
Published: 2017-03-24
Updated: 2017-05-15
Packaged: 2018-10-10 00:27:34
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Chapters: 3
Words: 5,124
Publisher: archiveofourown.org
Story URL: https://archiveofourown.org/works/10425189
Author URL: https://archiveofourown.org/users/Hyrulehearts1123/pseuds/Hyrulehearts1123
Summary: Sam pouted as he walked through the woods, Casti-something or other following a few feet behind at all times.He knew that the other was just there to make sure that he was ok, and that he didn't get too lost, but did he really have to be so…… obvious?Besides, it wasn't really that he didn't like the younger Angel or anything, it was more the fact that he was a completely unknown variable. With Gabriel, he'd known some of what to expect, due to his hiding as the god Loki. But this Cas, or whatever De had called him?He could do anything, and there was nothing that Sam could do to predict it, or stop him.





	1. Chapter 1

**Author's Note:**

> So, this was already halfway done before the whole fiasco with losing my job happened, and it was at a pretty good stopping point and only needed a little bit of editing, so here ya go. Enjoy whatever this is turning out to be, and hopefully the next part chapter should be out soon.
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> THIS WORK IS POSTED TO ARCHIVE OF OUR OWN BY THE AUTHOR, AND ONLY TO ARCHIVE OF OUR OWN. IF YOU FIND THIS OR ANY OF MY STORIES POSTED ON ANY OTHER SITE, IT HAS BEEN STOLEN AND POSTED WITHOUT THE PERMISSION OF THE AUTHOR.

**In Which Things Get Complicated**

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Sam pouted as he walked through the woods, Casti-something or other following a few feet behind at all times.

He knew that the other was just there to make sure that he was ok, and that he didn't get too lost, but did he really have to be so…… obvious?

Besides, it wasn't really that he didn't like the younger Angel or anything, it was more the fact that he was a completely unknown variable. With Gabriel, he'd known some of what to expect, due to his hiding as the god Loki. But this Cas, or whatever De had called him?

He could do anything, and there was nothing that Sam could do to predict it, or stop him.

Jumping off of a log, he pouted even deeper as he landed harder than he thought he would, falling to his hands and knees, and scraping them on the pebbles and twigs that littered the dirt. Adjusting himself until he was sitting upright, he silently looked over the damage done.

Honestly, it wasn't all that bad. Nothing a couple band-aids and a week or so couldn't heal, but it still really hurt dang it! Tears slowly began to fill his eyes, causing his vision to blur. Why wasn't Dean here to tell him he was ok, and that everything would be fine?

Oh, right. Stupid Dean had to stay at the house with Gabriel because he wanted to _talk_ instead of waiting so he could play with him and their new stuffed animals, but nope. He had to be stupid, and now Sam was stuck literally forever away from the house, and it was hot outside and he was sweaty and he'd need a bath later, and his hands and knees really hurt, and now Castiel was being annoying and shouting about something, but he couldn't focus on it because he hurt too much and he didn't want Castiel he wanted his brother and-

“Settle down, you're both fine. Now then, how did you manage to create such a strong barrier Little One?”

  


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Gabriel sat at the foot of Dean's bed, not fully understanding why the boy had asked to speak with him, asking especially for him to make sure that neither Sam or Castiel would be able to hear what they were discussing.

It seemed the best option to not only send the two outside, but also for the conversation to take place in the boys' bedroom, to help establish the fact that what was happening was private in a way it wouldn't have been if they were in the living room, or even the dining room.

“Alright kiddo, what's on your mind? Seems pretty important if you're spending so much energy to make it as private as possible.” He joked, trying his best to lighten the mood despite the highly serious topic he suspected that Dean was going to bring up.

The boy smiled weakly, clutching his stuffed wolf close to his chest. It was more than clear that he was nervous, likely due to whatever had been weighing so heavily on his mind the last few days. “Ummm…. I guess you could say there's a couple different things, but they're all related too, and now I...” He trailed off, fingers unconsciously running through the fluffy fur near the wolf's ear.

Gabriel nodded in understanding, adjusting how he was sitting until he was leaning back, balencing with his hand. “You're not sure where to start, because you could potentially start anywhere, and it would still make sense, right?” He guessed, suddenly understanding just how complicated whatever Dean wanted to discuss was. Yeah, he'd been curious about some of the things both of the older humans did, but had assumed that a good bit of it could be blamed on residual stress and fear from nearly being separated for good. But Dean had just unintentionally implied that whatever was bothering both him and his brother had been going on for a lot longer than the near month that they'd been staying with him.

Knowing that if the room stayed as quiet as it was for too much longer, Dean might lose the nerve to say what he needed to, so Gabriel took a deep breath, before speaking. “Why don't you start from the beginning, or as close to it as you can? That way, you've got a little more time to get your thoughts in order for the tougher stuff.” He offered, and barely managed to hide his concern at just how much Dean relaxed when given anything even halfway resembling an instruction.

Good grief, he knew John had screwed up the whole parenting thing big time, but how badly had he screwed up his kids in the process, that his oldest was on the verge of a panic attack unless told what to do, and his second child downright refused to be more than thirty feet away from his brother unless forced to?

It still took several moments, but slowly Dean took a deep breath, beginning his tale. “So, you know how Momma was killed a few years ago? Well, for about a year or so after, I didn't talk to anyone, and for like, six more months I only talked to Sammy.”

Gabriel nodded in understanding. It was rather common for children, especially ones as young as Dean was, to experience periods of muteness after experiencing trauma, such as losing a parent. And according to the timeline, that was about the time Sam would have been learning to talk if he hadn't been such a strong telepath.

“But also when I think about Momma for too long, my voice doesn't work, and my words just get stuck, and then Dad would get really mad because then neither me or Sammy would talk to him cause he doesn't like it when Sammy uses his powers, but it's the only way he knows how to, and when Dad got mad he'd leave and wouldn't come back until days later, and then I'd have to steal food so Sammy could eat, but I never managed to get enough for me too, and it only got harder after Adam came, cause formula is expensive, and Sammy only ever wants lucky charms and mac and cheese, and Dad never leaves enough money, and, and-” He cut off, on the verge of hyperventilating as he was caught in a panic attack.

Sighing softly at the way that the boy couldn't get very far into what he needed to say without breaking down, Gabriel quickly lifted Dean until he was holding him, and started rocking back and forth slowly in an attempt to calm him. “Hey hey hey, just breathe, you and your brothers are fine now, remember?” He soothed, not entirely sure how to calm Dean down before he made himself sick.

Dean only seemed to be getting more and more upset, Gabriel braced himself for something he hadn't done in several hundred years, yet somehow had managed to find a need for it twice in the past month. Gathering his Grace, he infused his voice with the tiniest hint of power. Not enough to harm Dean in any way, but just enough to be able to cut through some of the relentless panic that had it's claws sunk deep into the child's mind.

“Dean, I need you to listen to me. Think back to last month, when you and your brothers came to live with me. This entire time, have I once left you alone, or not had enough for all of you? Have I ever gotten upset at Sam for using the gifts he was born with, or at you when you would be quiet?” He asked, voice soft, yet powerful enough to catch his attention.

Dean shook softly as he mumbled his answer – a clear and obvious no – into the stuffed wolf's fur.

Gabriel smiled gently, rubbing Dean's back as he slowly began to calm down. He'd missed the feeling of teaching and guiding young ones, and if there was anything he could be thankful for with the current situation, it was that he was given the chance to help the young ones grow and recover from their past experiences.

“Now, I want you to focus on the memories of the last month. Let the feelings of those memories wash over you, until the panic you feel has faded away, understand?” Dean nodded, leaning further into Gabriel's hold as he concentrated on the feelings of peace and tranquility unlike anything he'd felt the past four years.

They stayed like that for several long minutes, until Gabriel felt a faint buzzing throughout his Grace, followed by a sharp sense of alarm.

Someone or something powerful had managed to break through his wards, and to make matters worse, he couldn't sense where on the expansive property Sam and Castiel were.


	2. Chapter 2

**Notes for the Chapter:**

> Well, this would've been done sooner, but there were several storms in the span of a week that kept me from seeing most of the chapter, because only the last forth of the chapter was on my laptop instead of my computer, instead of the desktop, which was out of commission due to being unplugged the last few days from the storm.
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> Anyway, I hope you enjoy this chapter. And yes, I'll be adding the final character tag in a few days to hopefully keep from giving it away too soon.

 

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He leaned back against the barrier that the small child in front of him had created, silently in awe of just how strong he was to have created such a thing. Yes, it wasn't anywhere near strong enough to keep him contained, or even to keep him out, but it was more than solid enough for him to rest against as he planned his next move.

Well, that and figure out what had brought him to wherever he was.

“Get away from him!”

Goodness, did young ones these days not get taught to be quiet anymore? “If you would listen to me and calm down for a moment, maybe things would be explained to you.” He advised the young one pounding on the barrier,

Turning his attention back to the tiny psychic, he kept his voice soft, hoping to keep the psychic calm, as well as potentially calming the one outside the barrier. “What is your name young one? Where are your care takers?”

The child looked up at him, and dear Father was he young, not even five years and already strong enough to keep an angel away. A young and untrained angel, but an angel nonetheless. At any rate, the boy pouted, and he picked up on most of what had happened that morning.

“If you would like,” He started softly after several more moments of silence, “I could heal the scrapes you have on your hands and knees, and aid you in taking the barrier down so that your friend here can ensure that you are alright.”

The boy appeared to contemplate his offer for several moments, before looking at the Fledgling to the side, who was still frantically trying to break through the barrier, and no doubt giving the boy a headache in the process.

After a long moment, the boy nodded, before slowly uncurling from the tight ball he had managed to fold himself into. Holding his injured hands out, he looked back towards him, eyes silently pleading for help.

Gently Reaching out to pull the child into his lap, he slowly pulled together the battered remnants of the abilities given to him at the beginning of time to first soothe the ache of the injuries, before slowly beginning to knit the torn skin back together.

The boy gasped silently, staring in awe as his injuries healed right in front of his eyes. Gazing up into his eyes, the boy’s brilliant hazel eyes shining with pure delight as he smiled, nearly blinding with how bright it was.

Returning the smile back to the boy, he leaned down to whisper in the child’s ear. “To take down the barrier, I want you to take a deep breath, and close your eyes.” He instructed, keeping his voice soft as he began to walk the child through taking the barrier down, just like he’d had to do many times so many years ago. “Imagine you’re walking through a library, and there are a handful of books lying on the floor in front of their shelves. Do you see it?”

It took a moment, but the boy nodded, breathing deep and even as he concentrated. “Well done young one, it often takes far longer for someone to do what you have. Now, I want you to find the book that’s titled either barrier or shield.”

He waited several moments, until the boy nodded. “Have you found the book?” He asked, smiling as the boy quickly nodded once more. ”Wonderful! Now, I presume you know what to do with the book now?”

It took only a moment, before the boy slumped down, and the barrier fell as unconsciousness quickly took over.He smiled, watching quietly as the Fledgling flew over to them as fast as he could, placing a hand on the young psychic’s arm in an attempt to ensure that he was alright. His smile almost faltered when he felt the child's weakened energy reach out towards his own, before it settled down.

Close enough to feel that there was another that was strong enough to protect him should the need arise, yet far enough away that he wouldn't leech off on the other's power. And the boy did it seemingly instinctively too, perhaps he had an elder sibling, or his guardian had allowed him to do so before?

He was broken out of his musings by the Fledgling's stare, gazing up at him with a look of concern. “I've never seen him do this before, is he going to be ok?” The Fledgling asked, and as he watched for a moment longer, he could clearly see the concern that the Fledgling held for the child.

He smiled down at the Fledgling once more, before nodding. “Don’t worry little one, your friend will be alright soon. He’s merely tired from holding up such a strong barrier for so long. Once he has some time to rest, he will be just fine.” He assured, turning his gentle smile towards the Fledgling. “Now then, what is your name? I don’t recall ever seeing you in the past, nor do I recall hearing about your creation.”

The Fledgling tilted his head to the side in confusion, and opened his mouth to answer him, before he was pulled to the side by an unseen force.

Standing up quickly, he clutched the child close to his chest protectively. Glancing around the area throughly, he froze as he caught sight of a figure he thought he’d never see again.

A pit formed in his stomach as he met the deathly furious golden gaze, and a flash of silver entered his peripheral vision proving that he was indeed unwelcome.

“Brother,” The figure began, stepping forwards thee pair slowly. “You have ten seconds to put the boy down, and leave, or I swear to Father I will kill you here and now.”

  


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If Gabriel would have had a heart, it certainly would have stopped the moment he finally was capable of sensing where Sam and Castiel were.

The sheer amount of power he had felt from that area was nothing short of astronomical, rivaling his own. Which in itself caused enough of a panic, as there were only four beings that were as strong or stronger than he was, and paired with the confused uproar that was filtering through his mostly closed connection to his family back home…..

Let’s just say that it was not the most pleasant feeling, and leave it at that, shall we?

And just to make matters worse, he was forced to leave Dean back at the house for his own safety, mere minutes after telling the boy that he would never be alone again. He hated having to do that, but as he held his sword—yet another thing he’d sworn to never use again—towards his brother, he had to admit that it was likely for the best. He could deal with the emotional fallout at a later date if needed.

Steping forward slowly, he adjusted his hold on his sword, before addressing Castiel without once taking his eyes off of his brother. “Castiel, go back to the house. Dean is in your bedroom. You will wait there until I come to get you, do you understand?” Castiel looked ready to protest, but another burst of Grace pushed him back a few more feet.

Turning his full attention back to his brother, Gabriel adjusted the grip he had on his sword as he continued to walk forward steadily. “I'm not kidding Brother, Put him down, now.”

“I'm afraid I can't just give him to you Gabriel,” His brother started, running his finger's through Sam's hair in a mockery of comfort. “The boy has latched onto me as he recovers his energy. Did you know he is capable of creating and maintaining barriers solid enough for me to lean against, as well as strong enough to keep the Fledgling out?”

Gabriel was taken aback, eyes widening as his gaze fell to the small child who was sleeping in the arms of a being that in all honesty had no business being anywhere near where Gabriel had chosen to set up his base for the time being. But for Sam to be able to create a barrier, yet alone one strong enough to hold up to his brother?

“Dear Father, he's truly that strong?” He whispered, lowering his sword towards the ground as the reality of the words crashed over him all at once.

He'd know that Sam was incredibly strong, the boy had more than proven that the first week of living with him, but for him to create barriers at all, especially ones as strong as his brother was saying he'd created?

Gabriel closed his eyes tightly, fighting to keep his emotions under control as he whispered his question. “Was all of this truly your doing? He had so much Demon Blood inside him he may as well have been a Cambion.” He glared at his older brother then, secretly pleased to see the horrified expression that had filled the face of the vessel he's found. “So? Answer me damn it! Did you order the poisoning of dozens of infants all across the country or not!”

His brother slowly crossed the remaining distance between them, before placing the hand that had been running through Sam's hair on Gabriel's shoulder. “Brother, whether you believe me or not, I had no intention of having any harm come to children, nor did I intend to come here. Please, allow me to stay until I can figure out a plan of action, as well as figure out why I am here.”

Gabriel closed his eyes again, silently leaning into his brother's touch, a thing he'd been longing for longer than he cared to remember. After a moment's consideration, he nodded, allowing his sword to dematerialize. “Can you swear not to hurt anyone under my care, or anyone they may come into contact with?” He whispered, voice shaky as he leaned forward, resting his head on his older brother's shoulder. Dear Father he had missed his brother.

His brother laughed softly, before wrapping an arm around Gabriel in a hug, careful not to squish the small child still sleeping in his arms. “I swear it.” He promised, squeezing Gabriel softly. “I must admit, I missed you greatly Little Brother.”

Gabriel smiled, squeezing his brother back. “I missed you too Lucifer.”


	3. Chapter 3

**Notes for the Chapter:**

> Happy birthday to me, here's a story complete, I'll work on the next one soon.... On the way back to home!
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Castiel sat against the headboard of the bed that he shared with Dean and Sam, holding Dean and Adam close as they waited for Gabriel to come get them. And neither of the children were very happy.

From what he could sense from Dean, the human was in a state similar to shock, various nonsensical thoughts running through his head sluggishly, yet just fast enough that Castiel couldn't quite make them out.

As for Castiel? Well, he was conflicted. All at the same time, he was worried about Gabriel, confused as to why he would attack the stranger, especially when he had been so patient and calming when Castiel was nearly out of his mind with panic. But he was also simultaneously angry and scared at having been sent away.

What confused him the most though, was why Gabriel had been so upset at the stranger. Maybe they'd known each-other in the past? No, that was too easy. If they'd been friends a long time ago then things would've been awkward, not dangerous. Wait, maybe they had been friends a long time ago, but the stranger said something that made Gabriel really mad, and he was still mad about it?

He wanted to keep thinking about it, but he couldn't for much longer, as Adam started to squirm, before starting to cry, clearly sensing the tension in the room. Carefully adjusting how Dean was leaning on him, he turned his attention to the distressed infant. “Shhhh, it's ok Adam, you don't need to cry. Gabriel's gonna be back soon, and then it'll be ok.”

Castiel's voice shook as he tried his hardest to soothe Adam. He was so angry, he was fighting back the same tears that Dean was shedding freely on his shoulder. It wasn't fair, Gabriel was supposed to stay with them and keep things like this from happening! And to make matters worse, Castiel had been ordered to stay in their room, and it would be nearly impossible for either him or the others to leave, because the implications of the orders also meant that he couldn't allow Dean to leave.

When Dean raised a hand to clutch helplessly at Castiel's shirt, the Fledgling felt a tear manage to slip free. Taking a shuddered breath, he risked letting go of Adam for a moment so he could wipe the moisture away. He was still really mad at Gabriel, but he hoped that he'd come back soon. Adam was bound to get hungry, or require a diaper change soon, and there weren't any supplies for either situation in the room they were stuck in.

Holding the still crying Adam close once more, and gently squeezing Dean, Castiel sent a wish towards one that no one was quite sure was listening anymore, silently begging for Gabriel to come back soon.

  
  
  


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As Lucifer and Gabriel walked back towards the home that the younger had acquired to raise the children in (and wasn't that a surprise, his little brother had adopted not just the little psychic, but his two brothers, as well as the young Castiel, who had fallen through the wards the first day they had been there), the two discussed the various changes that had taken place not only on earth, but also in Heaven.

“I'm sorry Gabriel, but I'm having a bit of a hard time finding that to be true. You leaving I can believe, you always did prefer running around on the new Earth to sitting around at home, but Father? I just can't see him leaving you to yourselves.” Lucifer stated quietly, gently rubbing Sam's back as they walked. The boy was still asleep, but this sleep was closer to a natural nap than the almost deadly exhaustion he'd experienced not twenty minutes earlier.

Gabriel stopped suddenly, before turning back to face Lucifer, eyes shining slightly with tears that Lucifer wished were to never fill his brother's eyes again. “There was only one reason no one stopped me from leaving home after you were tossed out. Everyone was too busy trying to figure out where Father was. He left not even three hours after you were tossed, and I followed about the same time and hid out down here.”

Gently removing an arm from where it sat against Sam's back, Lucifer grabbed onto his younger brother's shoulder and pulled him into a tight hug. Wrapping broken wings around both Gabriel and Sam in a way he hadn't done for millennia, he stood quietly, a comforting presence for his brother as the fabric covering his shoulder slowly began to dampen with tears.

“Oh Gabriel, if there is anything I regret from that day, it was leaving you alone.” Running his hand through the golden hair resting above his brother's neck, he rested his cheek on the crown of Gabriel's head. “Don't get me wrong, I wouldn't have done anything differently, and I know that some day everyone will admit that I was right, but I should've made sure you would be alright after I left.”

Gabriel laughed weakly, leaning into his brother. “Not that I can blame you for saying that. There's a reason that I decided to play trickster after all.” standing back up, he placed a hand on Sam's hair, gently combing through the boy's tangles locks with practiced ease. After a moment though, his eyes widened in mild panic.

“Luce, we have to get back to the house now. I can't believe that I forgot that I left the other boys at home this long by themselves!”

“Calm down Gabriel,” Lucifer soothed, reaching out towards the house to assess the state in which the children were in. “They're fine for now. Not particularly happy by any means, but they're safe and healthy.”

Gabriel relaxed a fraction, before starting off in the direction of the house once more. “Still, we should be getting back,” He fretted, running anxious fingers though already messy hair. “It's almost time for the boys' snack, and I'm pretty sure when I told Cas to stay in their room it ended up being translated as a direct order, and their room doesn't have the same supplies as the nursery, and...” He rambled, and Lucifer merely shook his head with a smile before following after his brother.

He'd missed how his brother could simultaneously solve the mysteries of the universe as it was unfolding, and yet still run himself in circles the moment he either left out a detail or realized just how badly he'd screwed up. I was refreshing to see that despite the years, Gabriel truly was the same as he always was.

 

 

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Oh. Goodness. If this was the welcome he got after the children had been living with Gabriel for nearly a month, then he could not blame him for his eagerness to return.

The eldest human stood in front of the Fledgling, who was holding an infant, and was brandishing a rather large kitchen knife in Lucifer's direction, bright green eyes alight with equal parts rage and fear. “Put him down now, or I swear to whatever would offend you the most that I will stab you in the face!” The child threatened, and oh how Lucifer wished the boy didn't know how to make such an effective threat.

He was far too young even by human standards to have to look that legitimately dangerous.

“Dean is it? I assure you that I'll hand your brother to you as soon as he wakes enough to keep a handle on his powers, but he is currently drawing energy from me to replenish his own spent energy, and I am hesitant to separate from him until he withdraws from me.” He attempted to explain, only to have to fly towards the other side of the room to avoid an attack that doubtlessly would've made him drop Sam.

Obviously words weren't going to be of much help here.

As Dean rushed forwards in another attack, Lucifer sighed and in a single fluid motion, grabbed the boy's wrist and squeezed it just enough that he was forced to drop the knife, yet gentle enough that no harm would come to him.

Adjusting his grip on Sam, he then lifted Dean, and heedless of the boy's struggles, toted him over to the couch and set him down before kneeling in front of him on the floor. His work nearly done, he made a rapid assessment of Sam's energy levels, and seeing that they at a point where it would be safe for him to be handed over to his brother, gently coaxed the tiny psychic's powers away from his own before carefully depositing the still sleeping child in his brother's arms.

Dean immediately held his brother close, quickly checking him for injuries before turning back to face Lucifer. “Why did you let Sammy take energy from you? Doesn't it make you really sleepy too?” He whispered, eyes slowly filling with tears of relief as he began to calm.

Chuckling softly, he shook his head before waving Castiel and the infant over to come sit next to them. “You'll find that I have a much deeper reserve of energy than you. Now then, if Gabriel allows it, I will be staying here for some time, and part of what I wish to do in that time is to help Sam grow in the use of his psychic abilities. Would that be acceptable to you?” he addressed Dean, holding the child's gaze as he thought things through.

“But, I thought he was already really strong without any training or anything? Wouldn't training make him even stronger?” Dean asked, and Lucifer had to give the child credit, he had a valid question.

After a moment's consideration, he finally felt comfortable enough with his response to answer. “Yes, but imagine for a moment someone who is very strong physically. Yes it takes time to become physically strong, but as they grow stronger they also learn their own strength in order to know how to keep from hurting either themselves or those around them. It's somewhat like that, except that Sam is already powerful, and no one is certain just how strong he is. As such, we need to first determine his strength before he can begin learning how to control it. Does that make any sense to you?” He asked, smiling internally as understanding lit up across both Dean and Castiel's faces.

 

 

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As Dean and Castiel continued to bombard Lucifer with questions, Gabriel watched from the entry to the kitchen, smiling softly. While it was true that his older brother had no liking for humanity at large, he had never truly held any resentment towards children, especially those who were curious and willing to learn.

And as Lucifer continued to patiently answer all of the questions the boys were coming up with, Gabriel could almost swear he saw a faint glimmer around where his brother's wings were hidden, leaving behind silhouettes of barely restored feathers amid all the broken and charred remnants of his wings.

Pushing away from the living room, he made his way to the fridge and began pulling out various fruits and cutting them up. It was almost snack time after all, and all the excitement was bound to lead to hungry children.

And besides, whoever had truly sprung Lucifer from the cage early, it was more than clear that the one who mattered was approving of his actions so far.


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